The only reason I'm not posting Price's first tryouts in his real wheelchair is because these folks asked me not to until we'd gotten it properly adjusted and working. We ordered the cart in the PM and got it in the AM the next day (admittedly, they're kind of around the corner from us, but it still came by a circuitous route and still made it).
Been monkeying with the adjustments, after watching the CD that came with the cart. Every piece of the cart adjusts. About 2:40 on Youtube you can see one of the carts in action.
Yesterday, when he was in the cart, along with all the griping and complaining, he headed for the door. "Let's see what this babe will do on grass!" I told him he had to practice a few days first, and get adjusted right. Instead, he spent the day behind the solar panels by the house, curled up in the grass, enjoying being outside with Dan, who was doing yard work or reading. Dan needed some sun, anyway.
Price never was much of a touchy-feely cat, and he wouldn't take being covered with a blanket. He now spends his days and nights on the couch, tucked in with a plaid blanket. In the evening, he wants to be snuggled up under my chin, purring and getting petted. So I have to lay on the couch petting Price rather than getting any art work down, and that's just how it is. Gonna have to just change my ancient schedule, I guess, retrain my brain to do art in the daylight. I'm glad we have sets of DVDs, like Treme, from the library.
Price ate very well yesterday, but not today. He seems to be eating and drinking every other day. We'll give the adjusted cart another try today, and film it for K9.
I'm quite worried about a hard lump in his belly, but the vet says it's probably scar tissue -- and he just didn't want to cut on him any more. Not after the massive surgery he's already had. How much suffering do we want to put an old person through?
In the meantime, he's resting and wanting outside occasionally. Yesterday he almost got away from me, three legs and all, as he slipped out the door past me and whipped down the stairs. There's life in the old cat yet.